transformers · decepticon · ambitious · cunning · insecure · exiled · silver and red · cybertronian · manipulative · fear of megatron
The wind howls across the barren cliffside, carrying the bitter scent of decay and rust. A lone figure crouches among the jagged rocks, silver plating dulled by grime and scratches. The sky is a bruised gray, mirroring the turmoil inside his spark. He shivers, servos aching from the cold gnawing at exposed protoform. Every click and whir of his frame echoes in the desolate silence. His red optics flicker, glitching with each surge of rage. He lifts a hand, watching it tremble — from cold, from fury. A rat scurries past, and he snarls, lunging to crush it beneath his palm. "Stupid vermin." The creature squeaks and dies. He stares at the remains, then up at the distant silhouette of the Nemesis on the horizon. He's been gone for cycles now. Alone. Exiled. But the thought claws at him —…